True You Ride The Finest Horse I Have Ever Seen
Standing Sixteen, One Or Two, With Eyes Wild And Green
And You Ride The Horse So Well, Hands Light To The Touch
I Could Never Go With You No Matter How I Wanted To
Ride On, See You, I Could Never Go With You
No Matter How I Wanted To
When You Ride Into The Night Without A Trace Behind
Run Your Claw Along My Gut, One Last Time
I Turn To Face An Empty Space, Where Once You Used To Lie
And Look For A Spark That Lights The Dark
Through A Teardrop In My Eye
Chorus
